A Record of a Mortal’s Journey to Immortality

Green bamboo cloud swords transformed the golden light into a slight flying dance, as if it were a wheel, reversing and breaking the demonic air around them, unable to be close to each other.

Seeing these demons did not have the trouble of his own imagination, Han Li's heart was relaxed, but his face was still shady and his eyes kept sweeping.

Unfortunately, there was nothing to draw his attention to but the dark colors.

“You're doing well with your flying swords. Save it for a little fun.” Somewhere surprised by the sound of the dragon, he revealed his greed directly towards Han Li's flying sword.

Han Li sniffed the words, then revealed the colour of a sneer, a sleeve robe trembled, and suddenly a tri-colored ray of light slipped out of the cuff, and the spiritual light converged, hallucinating the three flame fans in the palm of his hand.

He had to be cautious when he spoke so loudly.

Just after this move, the demonic air at the top of his head swung dramatically, whistling loudly, the demonic air swept over, and a huge swirl appeared in the sky.

This whirlpool is dark and has a diameter of more than 10 feet. As soon as it emerges, it spins quickly, whilst making a strange tsunami sound.

Large pieces of black sauvignon immediately flew out of the center of the vortex, descending in a fierce downward direction.

Han Li was shocked, knew it was bad, and couldn't think of a single hand to hastily strangle the sword.

He immediately emitted a long and clear sound in the surrounding golden light. The golden sword, which was originally in great bloom, suddenly shrunk. In the continuous flow of light, it turned into a golden lotus, and slowly spinning.

At this point, Black Lotus came down and involved the whole Golden Lotus.

As soon as the two parties came into contact, they made strange sounds like countless swords had been slashed, making people listen to the thorny ears and feeling restless.

Han Li suddenly felt his heart shocked, turning into Golden Lotus sword was simultaneously dragged by a huge force, to escape the appearance of controlling flying to high altitude.

Han Li's complexion changed slightly, and his body's powers suddenly all worked.

In the face of this enormous suction, the Medium-Term Monk of Ordinary Yuan Baby may not really be able to control this magic treasure. However, Han Li practiced the Qingyuan Sword Technique and practiced it much deeper than his peer master. Adding to this, these bluebamboo cloud swords have been refined several times with the addition of rare materials, far from being comparable with common law treasures.

As a result, Jinlian, under the pressure of Han Li's sharp knife and Manpower, finally suddenly shivered to resist this suction, still spinning around Han Li to resist the black glow from the whirlpool.

At this time, Han Li did not hesitate to shine his feathers in his hand, rushing toward the swirl in the air, with a heavy fan on his face.

“Pfft," a tri-colored column burst out of the fan, directly impacting the top-down black glow.

The raging and dense bursting sound immediately rang at the intersection of the two, and the tri-colored flame and the black Xia Fang came into contact with each other, bursting apart as if the oil had touched cold water.

Obviously, the tri-colored flame is much more powerful than the black glow. In the rune flash, it is just a little bit, like a withering light, easily smashing through the glow, rushing into the swirl more than ten heights, and then the strange disappeared as a flash.

Han stared at the sky without blinking.

A moment later, there was a buzzing sound in the black vortex, while the surrounding black flashes rose and shrunk, and a shocking noise came from the center.

The spirits disappeared in the dark light as the evil smell of dozens of people in the sky swept over like a madness.

Han Li's face was gloomy, his hands swayed, and the three flame fans disappeared as well, and his face did not show a slight sense of pride.

After all, this fan immediately consumes nearly 20% of his Mana without hurting the enemy at all.

“Copying Lingbao? So it's you. Is your last name Han?” The old voice sounded strange and seemed unexpected.

“How do you know me?” Han Li moved in color, hidden in his heart what he had guessed, but his face remained constant and asked softly.

“Hey, hey! You can't fail to recognize the treasure of a tri-colored flame. In Kungwu Mountain, I heard that you broke a good thing about the vice valley lord, and now what are you doing in the Little Pole Palace?” The old voice laughed slightly and couldn't help but say.

“Deputy Valley Master? You're a driveway buddy in Bansheng Valley?” Han Lixin's heart changed. Though he doesn't know much about Wanxian Valley, it is unlikely that he has not heard of it. Although many people do not know that this person really did, Han Li estimates that during that 10,000 years, the bear had a Yuan Baby Late Fixed, and most of this is probably an old monster with few worlds comparable to the Brothers of Hua.

Otherwise, Wanxian Valley would have stood as large and large as Dajin. It would have been swept away by the Ten Great Sects of Orthodox Demons many times.

“Nice, that's my husband! I heard Master Bear said that you are related to the old wisdom fairy and returned to the 9th floor of the Town Demon Tower with it. Now the ninth layer of true magic has been re-sealed, and you are here safely. Looks like Linglong has returned safely to the Spirit Realm.” When the old voice said the words of the Spiritual Realm, the voice couldn't help but change a little, as if it was a little excited and a little afraid.

“Linglong has indeed returned to the Spiritual Realm via an inverse disc. You know her?” Han Li's face was gloomy and uncertain and asked slowly. But one hand in the robe sparkled with spiritual light, silently adding a green wooden ruler, while the other hand suddenly exceeded the fire, which had been transformed into an inch in size.

“I'm just a nobody in the spiritual world, that talks about knowing the Lady of the Demon King. But since Fairy Linglong sent you out, I'm sure she left something for you. In addition, whether the Eight Spiritual Rulers, which suppressed the ancient demons, are also on you. Don't say that this ruler has been brought to the spiritual realm by Linglong Fairy. Eight Linglong rulers have not been refined by Tombo, and cannot be taken to another realm by the power of the separation.” The old voice changed and suddenly it got cold.

Han Li's eyelids jumped, but silenced. But I grabbed the five fingers of the green wooden ruler in my sleeve and I couldn't help but feel the pressure.

“Why, is it difficult for me to answer this question, or is Han Daoyou unwilling to answer at all?” The old voice grew stronger, and at the same time, a powerful spirit burst out of the surrounding demonic energy and went straight to the center of Han Li's fierce pressure.

Although this momentum is the scary cultivation of the authentic Grade 10 demon beast, Han Lizhen is not weaker than Yuan Baby Late Brothers, so only after a slight shake, if nothing happens to stand still.

“Huh! You...” The old voice made an unexpected softness.

After sensing this powerful spirit, Han Li glanced and a ray of crystal flashed out of his eyes.

“From what people have said, driveway buddies have been closing their doors in the depths of Bansheng Valley for some years now, waiting for nothing to come out of the valley. Come here now, it's just an incarnation of Daoists. Otherwise, in the name of the driveway companion, it cannot be just the spiritual power of the moment.” Han Li exhaled lightly, revealing a strange look on his face.

“Even so, so what?” The old voice has no emotion whatsoever.

“Han has no interest in or interest in the matter between you and Xiao Ji Palace. Just wanted to use the transmission array here to get out. If Daoist doesn't want me to join forces with Xiao Ji Palace, let me out!” Han Li's voice became cold and he began to be polite.

As long as he is not a Shinto monk, he will have nothing to fear.

“Ha ha, these threatening words, my husband hasn't heard of them in years. According to Master Bear, you are a demon thunderbolt, but the demon thunderbolt is only useful for magic, but now you are trapped in my magic. Do you really think you can fight me? Without wanting to be annihilated, hand over what Linglong Fairy left you and the Eight Spiritual Rulers. If I'm in a good mood, I can't let you live.” The old demon of the car laughed and went straight to the shadow, threatening him.

Han Li sighed, it seems that the old car demon really didn't take him seriously, saying nothing would make him leave easily.

However, the fame of Wanxianzhan, he is like a thunderbolt, many brothers have said that this is the closest imitation to the authentic power of Tianling Bao. No wonder the old demon was so arrogant that he didn't want to quit so easily.

Knowing that words could not impress each other, Han Li stopped talking nonsense. Immediately, one hand flashed, a red light flew out, and after a circle, he hung at the height of the number of heights above his head.

Exactly that anonymous fire.

Han Li once again pinched his hands, the spell in his mouth exited.

This flaming light let go and the windward wind rose, turning into a number of lengths of size. Then, under the auspices of the ruling, Ding Li flew out, a buzzing sound came out of Ding Zhong, and then fist-sized crows burst out of Ding Zhong. In the blink of an eye, there were dense and numb all around Han Li, red light everywhere, there were thousands of them.

It seems that Han Li did not dare to underestimate the power of the Magic Banner. At one time, all the power of fire was triggered.

Not only that, no one noticed, but when Han Li's shoulder was still standing too shady and the fire crow disappeared, it was also mixed into the fire crowd. Likewise, the redness flashed, and no one else could discern its anomalies.

At this point, Han Li's spell stopped, and after a low drink, all the ravens of fire shouted red flames in all directions.

In the blink of an eye, Han Li caused waves of high fires, which constantly impacted the demons nearby.

Hot breath thrives throughout the space, completely transformed into a red flame sea!

In contact with the Fire Sea, the black gas intermixed flames and flashed. A bursting sound of boring thunder continued to roar between the two, forcing the surrounding demons to slowly retreat.

“District sculpture trick, too, wants to break away from the honorable Magic Spirit! Don't dream in the daytime.” The old demon of the car laughed coldly, and then a long and powerful tsunami exit, like a golden stone straight out of the hole.

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